I have an admission, to which I am rather ashamed of but I need to get it out in order to manifest healing. I’ve been lying to myself for so long. You ever do that and think it’s all good ’cause nobody knows? But then, you know darn well you have to break that spirit that’s got you bound up and that’s where I am. It’s crippling and I’m just here to help myself. Don’t judge me.

You know how folk can wear the same pair of pants and have 20 shirts to bling it out in all sorta ways? That’s not me. I struggle with it and while I like that versatile look, I haven’t invested in that way with shirts. What’s the holdup with that and the admission that brings me here today is my penchant for purchasing art supplies. I will forgo that shirt for art supplies without blinking. You hear me?!

But Portraitist, you’re an artist, what could possibly be wrong with that? you ask. Well, I was gathering supplies and whatnot for my extended time in Houston coming up next week and came upon several sketchbooks I either hadn’t used or left half done. I was beside myself!

To clarify the seriousness of my issue, it’s automatic for me to buy some type of art supplies when I’m, say, just out buying grocery.

Folks!

I have myself a full on art supply store at the house! To make matters even worse, you can find me in the grocery store taking cardboard boxes off their hands. Now, I take those to the school, being the resourceful art teacher that I am. I have enough boxes at home from Amazon orders!

I’m not a hoarder in the way of you having to make a path to get from the front door to the kitchen. By no means.

BUT!

I am a hoarder. A very organized one but a hoarder, nonetheless.

There! I said it!